Gregg had seen moose (I can’t believe the plural of moose is moose) running around up there a couple weeks back, so we decided to start heading back down to see if we could find them. But on the way down, it started hailing/raining a little. OK. Maybe more than a little. By the time we got back to the truck, we were pretty wet, but all in all it was still a great trip (we never did find the moose).
I still think we need to take a trip down to Yankee Boy Basin near Ouray one of these summers, but this wildflower season kind of got away from me.
Here’s a few of the pictures I took. I’ll edit this post with a link to Gregg’s pictures when he has them up and running.